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Even though this CD is so bad, it doesn't make me respect them any less. I mean, look what they called it--they're not trying to fool anyone. In the liner notes, Mike D explains, "now that we've gotten our shit together to some extent as far as having a label, it seemed like a good time to try and make this stuff available together in one joint for a reasonable sum," The words "make this stuff available" get it just right: these songs are now available, if you rally want them. They make no pretense...
...only five feet, it's true, but as tough and mean as a hungry tiger locked in a cage surrounded by the fat and the stupid. And even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to deal with something as big as this; I have enough heavy shit going down right now to last me till graduation...
Biggest problem so far. We are in Montreal ,and we don't know the language. How are we going to explain to the auto mechanic that our car is piece of shit. Unfortunately, no gas station was open at 5:30 in the morning so we were unable to practice our Franco-English. C' est la vie. (It's the only French phrase I know.) In fact, the only thing that was open was a 24-hour peep show which only losers go to. And, losers that we are, we went in and spent some time there until we were...
...Gold's ironic "Coherent Explanation of Straight While Male Sexuality" has some clever insights, its narrator complaining. "I can't stand straight men: they don't lust after me. All they want to do is win arguments with me or beat me at pool. I don't need that shit." Along a similar vein of psychological insight, Michael Manning, an acclaimed sex comic, explains his art through the statement, "I like the idea of humans and animals having sex together. We think of animals as lower, but we also nurture them. It seems like a normal impulse to pull them...
...around the poetry board, students drowse and old books sigh, unwittingly caught in a silent crossfire of "poop" and "shit." Tokio Rose's poems, and the diatribes they have inspired, are curling in the dry air; occasionally a sheet floats down to the floor, revealing a dark blue rectangle of unfaded construction paper...